Horror Studio

"It won't last long." Marshall searched around, trying to find something useful. "But, even if there is, it is a life-saving item? The possibility of weapons and the like should be very small. If it is not, then see if it can be. Go out through the window through the sheets and hang into the cabin below. This method is too dangerous, unless it is unavoidable."

However, in the end Marshall did not use the latter method, because he was lucky and found a flintlock gun, as well as some projectiles and gunpowder. From the appearance of this gun, the style is very new and there should be no problems in using it.

After holding the flintlock in his hand, Marshall looked at the gunpowder pool, which was already filled with gunpowder.

"I only understood it briefly before, but I still know a little about the principle of flintlock. It uses flint to collide with the clasp spring to generate sparks, and then the sparks ignite the gunpowder to push the projectile out." Marshall pointed the muzzle at the door. Unlike modern firearms, the loading time of flintlock guns is quite long, and now I have no time to verify my ideas."

Soon, the door was opened, and the murloc showed sharp teeth to Marshall. Maybe he thought Marshall was a turtle in the urn and couldn't escape at all.

boom!

The gunfire sounded, Marshall felt that he had received a heavy blow to his right shoulder, and his ears seemed to have been hit. There was slight tinnitus, and the smoke from the burning of gunpowder was inhaled into the nasal cavity. There was a feeling of coughing.

The murloc stretched out its trident to Marshall. It was obviously less than one meter away, but to it, it seemed to be separated by a world. In the end, the murloc lay unwillingly on the ground with his round eyes. Become a dead fish eye.

"Cough!" Marshall coughed twice.

Instead of loading the ammunition immediately, he put down the flintlock and stabbed a few more times with a trident. After confirming that the murloc was dead, he tore open the ammunition bag and poured part of the gunpowder into the gunpowder pool. Pour all from the muzzle to fire the gunpowder. Finally, he pours the round warhead from the muzzle, and then hits it with the matching cleaning rod to ensure that the warhead will not roll around.

"There are 4 packs left, plus this one, a total of 5 rounds, it should be enough." Marshall stepped over the murloc body and walked out of the room.

Now that he had the flintlock, he didn't use the trident anymore. After all, it was a spear weapon and was not light in weight.

"It took more than ten seconds to load the ammunition. It seems that in a normal battle, unless someone helps or the enemy can't move, I have no chance to shoot a second shot. In addition, in order to be able to effectively deal with the current situation, I I still don’t carry it on my back. If there is a surprise attack, there may be no time for me to take the gun."

Marshall came to the door of the cargo hold. There was no one to guard at this time, and the door of the cargo hold was completely opened, seeming to welcome the rest of the people.

Walking into the cargo hold, Marshall found that most of the cargo had been turned over to the ground, and the otherwise neat cargo hold had become messy.

"Isn't this the same as my thoughts? Are there other people hiding in the bottom cabin where the children are being held?" Marshall increased his vigilance. He walked to the place where the organ was and found that the organ had been opened.

"I remember the entrance is at this place." He saw a cargo box at the place where the entrance was originally. "It seems that someone really thought of this method. No matter who this person is, unless it is Robert, he can be sure to interact with the children in the bottom deck. It's related, which means I'm still in danger."

Gently pushing the cargo box, Marshall found that most of the goods in the cargo box had been removed, and the remaining weight could be moved by a single person even if it was underneath.

"There is no slime on the ground, there should be no murlocs who have been here. Therefore, whether it is for abducting people or for goods, there is no reason why murlocs will not search here, but they have not searched here yet." Marshall thought for a while, then said The cargo box was pushed aside, and then he pointed his gun down.

"Who is inside?" He increased his voice.

After waiting for five seconds, no sound came from inside.

"If no one speaks, I see everything I can move thrown in." Marshall said to the entrance.

"Wait!" Someone soon spoke this time, in the voice of Paimeng.

Then, Paimeng's face appeared in Marshall's line of sight.

"So it was you, first mate." Marshall smiled.

After hearing Marshall's words, Paimeng's face was uncertain, like a thief who had been caught.

"Did you catch the kid inside?" Marshall glanced at the door, and no murloc appeared yet.

"No, I am only responsible for transporting these children to In'an. I did not catch them." Paimeng crawled out, but Marshall kept pointing his gun at him, so Paimeng did not have a chance to approach.

"So, you're just a link in the entire transaction chain?" Marshall took two steps back and pulled the distance. If you get too close, you are likely to be seized by Paramount.

For Parmon, once there is a chance to counter Marshall, he will certainly not be soft.

It is more likely to kill Marshall directly.

"Are there anyone inside besides the kid who was caught?" Marshall moved the barrel slightly, indicating that he was pointing to the lower compartment where people could hide.

"Nothing." Paimeng took a step closer.

"Stand not to move, raise your hands, Chief Paramount, please pay attention to your behavior, if you are too close to me, I think I will choose to shoot directly, although I have some questions I want to ask you, but I care more about my life." Marshall noticed the subtle movements of Pymon.

Paimeng's face was very ugly, but he still raised his hand.

"Who was the one who threw the body that night? It must be your accomplice, go ahead." Marshall glanced at the door again.

At this time ~www.wuxiaspot.com~Pimeng had his back facing the door of the cargo hold, and Marshall was facing the door of the cargo hold, so he could monitor both places at the same time.

Paimeng didn't really want to say.

"Hurry up." Marshall's eyes sharpened.

"Father Douglas Marshall, please allow me to remind you that this is not a time to waste time discussing these things. Which murlocs are out there. There are too many of them. We can't fight them at all. Now Ken is leading the crew to defend. The driver's cab, of course, they will definitely fail. In the end, the only people who can survive the entire ship are you and me." Paimeng said his thoughts.

"Douglas? I'm afraid he is more than just your helper." Marshall smiled.

"What do you mean?" Paimeng put his hand down.

"I think, if I guessed correctly, Jenny's parents, crew Howard, Dr. Edward and Ms. Kelly, the deaths of these five people are all related to Douglas." Marshall said.

"What?" Paimeng looked down at the place where he had just crawled out. ()